Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.